Page 123 of Booked for the Holidays
“I love it so much. Thank you, Theo.”
The crowd begins to disperse, everyone eager to join their families for the holiday festivities and celebrate our prize-winning design.
“You’ll be over for Christmas dinner tomorrow, right?” Theo asks Lucas, shaking his hand.
“Obviously. Bridge, are you joining us this year?”
“I am,” I grin.
“Do I really have to sleep at Grams and Gramps’s tonight?” Mac whines, walking up to us.
“Yup,” Theo says. “All your presents are there anyway. We’ll be there first thing in the morning to open gifts.”
“Fine,” she huffs. “There better be good stuff for me under the tree.”
“One day in, and the teenage attitude has already started,” I whisper to Theo. “Good luck.”
* * *
An hour later,after dropping off Mac and Ziggy, we park in my driveway.
“So,” I start, speaking over Meatloaf and “Paradise by the Dashboard Light” crooning softly over the radio. “About that comment of yours.”
Theo turns the car off and looks over at me as the car plunges into silence. “Which comment?”
“The fucking in the truck part. Does the offer still stand?:”
“Fuck, yeah, it does.”
I get tangled in the seatbelt, forgetting to unbuckle myself. I lurch forward, laughing as I try to unravel my arm from the polyester. “Damn safety restraints,” I curse, finally free. I shift over the center console, legs straddling Theo’s lap. His length presses against me, and through his jeans I can feel how hard he is already.
“This isn’t going to be sweet, Bridget.” He circles my hair around his wrist and with a rough jerk, tugs my neck backward. “I distinctly recall you saying you wantedroughanddirty.Is that still true?”
“Y-yes,” I answer. My eyes close, a groan already forming in my throat. “As rough and dirty as you want.”
Theotuts, and a second later he pinches my nipple. “I want your eyes on me, Bridget, when you ask me to fuck you nice and hard.”
This man.
The same man who called me hishometwo hours ago is grazing his teeth down my throat. He’s dancing his hands across my chest, finding my other nipple and pinching it as hard as the first. My eyes snap open at his ask and I blink until I find his face. There’s so much heat behind his eyes, a need and desire to consume me. Adoration, too, mixed with the brown.
And I want to be devoured.
“Fuck me nice and hard, Theo,” I whisper. “Give me everything I want.”
With lightning fast speed and agility, he surprises me as we tumble into the backseat. He tosses a dog treat to the ground, and a book gets thrown into the trunk. That’s our life now, little knickknacks from other important parts of our family leaving their mark on every space.
“Lift your skirt,” he says through a kiss on my neck. His fingers work deftly to unfasten his jeans, pushing them down his thighs to the floorboard of the car.
I comply eagerly, shimmying my plaid skirt around my waist. His hand reaches between my legs, pulling my underwear to the side and grinning when he finds how wet I am.
He teases me, a taunting and featherlight touch for a handful of maddening minutes until I'm a panting and withering mess. A car loops around the corner of my street, headlights illuminating the darkened space around us. It’s the same moment Theo decides to slip his fingers inside me,finally, and I let out a groan of gratitude. His mouth covers mine as I work with him, riding his hand within an inch of my life.
“Feels so good.”
“Looks so good, too,” he answers. He nips at my chest over my sweater, using his teeth to pull the fabric of my bra away from my skin. Releasing the material, it snaps back, a sting I feel to my toes. “Does this make you happy, angel? Back seat of the car with the windows fogged up? Knowing you’re going to come all over my hand when your neighbor could walk outside at any moment, seeing how well my good girl takes what she wants?”
My moan is a guttural noise from deep within my chest. I want to sob. I want to scream. I want to laugh, a mix of so many goddamn feelings, a delirious sensation of ecstasy building low in my belly.
